Michelle's New Boyfriend Ch. 03

She went on kissing me for what seemed like forever. When she finally broke away, groaning with our lovemaking, she continued her story, "After we kissed I told him he had to wait for dessert until after dinner. You said you wanted me to tease him to death and I think I succeeded. After I put the food on the table I lit some candles and turned the lights off before I called Shaun to the table. We could hardly keep our eyes off each other while we ate. After dinner I told him we were going to wait a half hour before going to bed. We sat on the couch and kissed and caressed each other until neither of us could stand it any longer."

Michelle and I were both groaning with our lovemaking. She had to pause a while because she couldn't talk with my lips around her nipple while she worked herself up and down on my cock.

Yes, I now it's weird getting so turned on by my wife telling me about her lover while we're making love, but that's the way it is and I've learned to just accept it and enjoy. I'd come just a few minutes before but that fantastic orgasmic feeling was returning rapidly and I didn't want to come again until she finished telling me about her evening. I pushed her up off of me letting my pending orgasm subside for a moment. When I felt like it was safe again, I let her lower herself down on me again and asked her what they did next.

"We went in the bedroom and I let Shaun take my thong off before I undressed him. Then I climbed on the bed on my knees and elbows, looked back at Shaun and asked him if he was interested in anything he saw. He climbed on the bed behind me and rammed himself inside me." She paused a little bit, "Oh God, it was so good!"

That did it for me, I made another plunge deep inside her and orgasmed hard. Michelle groaned and came with me, both our bodies shuddering with emotional and physical pleasure. Afterward we lay beside each other and I told her, "I love you."

Michelle purred a little bit before she said, "You too." We lay together and finally went to sleep.

Friday night we went to a square dance. We hadn't been to one for so long it seemed like forever. We dressed up, me in my western clothes and cowboy boots and Michelle wore one of her pretty skirts with a flouncy slip, skimpy pettipants and a silk blouse. She looked absolutely radiant and so sexy! I loved watching her with the other men, flirting and making everyone feel special. If they only knew what was happening in our private lives!

After the dance we went to Shari's Restaurant with our square dance friends for dessert. I realized when we were eating ice cream that I hadn't heard from Jacqui that day. I had no idea what to make of that, but didn't want to call her this late. Besides, I was enjoying my time with my wife.

Saturday morning we got up and while we were having a bowl of vanilla almond cereal I reminded her of the promise she'd made, "Sweetheart, you remember that night you modeled the clothes for me before that weekend you went with Shaun?"

She looked at me, cocking her head inquisitively, apparently not thinking about the promise she'd made that night. "Mmhmm."

"Do you remember the promise you made?"

I could see the light finally dawning on her face, "You mean the bra and blouse?"

"And the panties"

She kind of hesitantly said, "Okay, I remember. I'd completely forgotten about it."

"Mmhmm, I think tonight's the night for you to wear them."

For any readers who haven't read Ch 2 part 2 of this series, Michelle modeled several articles of clothing for me that she'd purchased for a long weekend trip with Shaun, including a transparent blouse and shelf bra totally exposing her breasts. She'd told me that those were strictly for me, that she'd wear them for me wherever I wanted. Up to now, obviously she'd forgotten that promise but I certainly hadn't!

"Okay, where are we going? I remember something about you getting a skirt, do you have one?"

"Well as to where we're going, that's my secret. As for the skirt, since you did such a good job with the blouse and undies, I thought I'd let you find one that would be suitably sexy."

"I guess I can try to find something. Do you have any preferences?"

"No sweetie, I'm leaving it entirely up to you, just so it's sexy."

She took a deep breath, "Okay, I'll see if I can find something."

After we finished breakfast and cleaned up the kitchen, Michelle set out on her task of finding a suitable skirt. While she was gone, I wanted to be sure of my plan so I called Trisha to see if she'd be working. I was relieved when she assured me she was. I asked her if she could save us a table for two about nine-thirty? "We don't reserve but I'll do my best."

"Good, I'm anxious to see you again. Any chance you might be free after work?" This concept of asking a girl on a date was becoming much easier to me.

She paused just a bit, making me nervous about my plan falling apart when she finally said, "I think I'd like that. Back to your house?"

"No, I had something else in mind."

"Okay, I guess I'll see you then."

After getting off the phone with Trisha I called Jacqui. She told me she was with a realtor looking at a house and couldn't talk. She said she'd call me as soon as she got home Sunday. I was disappointed. I was more than anxious to hear what she'd learned.

My plan seemed to be ready. I knew what I wanted to do, but had no idea how it'd actually turn out, how the evening might develop. I knew how much things could veer completely different than how they were planned. I busied myself with little honey-do projects waiting for Michelle to get home and nervously hoping the evening didn't turn out to be a disaster.

I wondered how long it took to buy one little skirt? Michelle had been gone over five hours until she got home. I'd been horny and every second I waited made it worse. When she finally got home I asked her how long it took to buy a skirt?

She held her hand up in front of her and told me, "Well, I thought maybe a manicure and pedicure might be nice for tonight." Then I noticed her gorgeous fingernails and her hair that she'd had done. She'd had her hair done in a style I hadn't seen for a long time, her long hair gently curled down over her shoulders, looking shiny and soft.

I wondered about the skirt, so I asked her, "Did you find something?"

She grinned at me, "I did, do you want to see it?"

I most definitely was anxious to see what she'd bought, "Absolutely!"

She picked up her bag to take the skirt out, then paused a little bit, "I think maybe you better wait until I put it on tonight."

I groaned. Somehow I knew she would be doing that to me. She almost had me fooled that she was going to show me but I knew better. Yeah right!

"What time do we need to be ready?"

I'd told Trisha nine-thirty. "A little after nine should be fine."

We have some time before dinner so I thought this might be a good time to mention Nicki's plan to visit. "Babe, do you remember me mentioning a girl I met on Lush, Nicki Taylor?"

"Isn't she the one who's been helping you edit some of your stories?"

"Yeah, one of the two who have. Anyway, I got an e-mail from her a couple days ago. What would you think about her visiting us for a few days?"

"Didn't you say she lives in Britain? She's coming all the way here?"

"She said she was in Seattle once when she was little and wants to visit again. She'd like to meet us."

"I think that'd be fun too. Do you know when?"

"No, she didn't say yet and before I invited her here I thought I needed to talk to you about it."

"Do you know anything about her? What she's like?"

"Well, from our chatting back and forth, I think she's a lot like the 'Nicki Taylor' she writes about, but I'm really not sure. She's pretty private. I don't even know her real name for sure, she's hinted that Nicki is just a pen name. I can say that she's a very creative, free spirit. She'd definitely be a lot of fun to be around." I thought to myself that she'd be fun, especially if she's actually like the Nicki she writes about! "You should go on Lush and read some of her 'Nicki' stories, you'd like her I think. I know she's loyal to her friends and I certainly wouldn't want to be her enemy!"

"I will and go ahead and invite her. It'll be fun to meet someone from the UK."

I knew it was going to be a very late night, so I suggested to Michelle that we might want to get a little rest before we went out. We both lay down for a little bit and I went to sleep. At eight Michelle woke me up suggesting that I'd better start getting ready.

I put on a nice pair of slacks and a silk shirt, wanting to look nice for the evening. Then I patiently waited in our living room for Michelle. I was eager to see what she'd be wearing. I knew some of it but not the skirt she'd picked out. From past experience, I knew she'd be ravishing!

When Michelle finally opened the bedroom door at nine, I was once again all eyes! She'd promised what she was going to wear but I'd actually forgotten just how sexy it was going to be. Her blouse was totally transparent. I don't mean a little, I mean TOTAL! Her bare nipples were held up and out by the shelf bra she'd bought a few weeks ago. Her new skirt was a black, tight pencil skirt coming just above her knees. What really set it off though was that on her left side it was cutout a few inches wide all the way up her thigh to just below her panty line, even a little above the top of the lace on her sheer black nylons. A pair of black 4' heels finished her outfit.

I don't think there would be any way that she could be sexier. I couldn't help but run my hands over that blouse feeling her bare breasts. I whispered in her ear, "If you want you could skip the bra." In reality, I thought the shelf bra almost looked pornographic. Natural would be much prettier and sexier.

Michelle returned to the bedroom and re-appeared a moment later totally bare-breasted under her blouse. I liked that much better. Her breasts swaying when she walked and nipples poking through the transparent material was oh so sexy! I suggested she might want to wear a sweater for a little bit. She still had no idea where we were going.

On our drive to the Black Angus I couldn't help but glance over at Michelle, sitting next to me with a light sweater over her blouse. I thought again about the last year and a half. Only that long ago Michelle was conscious of showing a little too much cleavage. Now she's going with me to a public family restaurant very nearly naked above the waist.

When we arrived I suggested to Michelle that she might want to keep the sweater on until we were seated in our own private booth. Even with that, the skirt and my knowledge of what was under it made her very sexy. I could barely wait until the sweater came off!

When we entered, the host smiled at us and asked, "I believe you may be looking for Trisha?"

I was pleasantly surprised, apparently she'd described us to him, "Yes please. That would be wonderful."

I let Michelle walk in front of me like the gentleman I am. Maybe I also wanted to watch people's eyes as we walked past. If only they knew what was under her sweater. The restaurant was about 90% full, only a few empty booths. I've described the Black Angus before, but for new readers it's a very upscale steak restaurant with partitioning separating each booth for privacy. You can see into the booth from the aisle but they provide total privacy from adjacent diners. It allows a very secluded and quiet atmosphere, even though the restaurant is busy. And their food is good!

As Michelle slid into the booth and I next to her, I saw Trisha helping people at another booth, taking their order. She looked very pretty as she always does. We'd only met her two weeks before and I'd been out with her once. I was amazed how easy it was to become friends with someone, especially beautiful women. Up to starting my relationship with Jacqui, I'd always been horribly bashful and shy around the fairer sex.

After we sat down Michelle looked at me and her face got a little red from blushing. I responded to her blushing by whispering to her, "The sweater sweetheart, don't you think it's a little warm in here so you should take it off?"

Her face was flushed, obviously from the heat. She sighed and finally looked around, seeing that no one was paying attention so she leaned forward and reluctantly slipped the sweater off, handing it to me. I couldn't help but stare and watch her face blushing as she revealed herself.

A year and a half ago, Michelle's blouses were modest, sometimes showing a little cleavage if she was feeling very risqué but usually not. She'd been risqué that night in Kodiak and then a while afterward but had gradually over the years gravitated back to fairly modest as she'd gotten a little older.

After her affair with Mike began, she started to enjoy being quite a bit more risqué again, dressing quite provocatively at times, occasionally going out sans panties or bra. Now with her affair with Shaun, she'd been going even further, doing that strip tease at the Honey Bunzz. But that was an erotic dance club atmosphere that invited ladies to act out their hidden desires - and Michelle certainly had!

This was completely different, my wife was now sitting in a family restaurant, although nearly all adults, wearing an incredibly sexy skirt and practically nothing above the waist for anyone to pass by and see her lovely, bare breasts!

I leaned over and kissed her, whispering through my kiss, "I love you."

"I love you too, but sitting here like this is making me a nervous wreck."

"But you're so beautiful." I looked around to see if anyone was in sight and pinched a nipple. The kind and thoughtful husband that I am, I wouldn't want her nipples to not be nice and erect under that blouse. I wanted to wrap my lips around those luscious globes but thought that the wet spot on her blouse might be a bit much. On second thought, maybe not! I kissed my wife and just as I was nibbling on her neck and starting down her front, she pushed me away. I looked at her bright red face, then at the grinning Trisha who had stopped at our booth.

"Seems as if I have a bad habit of interrupting." I watched as Trisha's smile broadened across her face, "Love your outfit, Michelle." Trisha was the first to see my wife tonight in her near naked splendor.

Michelle managed to ask for a strawberry lemonade through her embarrassment. Then Trisha turned to me and asked very professionally, "And would you like some ice tea to go with your breast milk?"

I sputtered and coughed a bit before I answered very timidly, "Yes, please." I looked at Michelle who was hiding her face with her hands.

Trisha giggled a little and said she'd have it brought right out. As soon as she walked away, my wife looked at me and burst out laughing.

It was only a moment later when one of the male waiters delivered our drinks to our table. His eyes couldn't have been any more obvious in their admiration of my wife's assets. I wonder what he would have thought if he'd been aware that while he was standing there drooling over my wife's boobs, my fingers were rubbing the inside of her thigh, just at the edge of her panties under the table.

I didn't really want to make Michelle uncomfortable with my little finger exercises, I just wanted to see how well she could control her emotions the nearer she came to coming.

All through our dinner, it was different waiters bringing our food, refilling our drinks, making sure our meal was good and so on. Even the chef visited out table to ask if our meals were acceptable. It reminded me a little of that time in Kodiak when she'd worn a revealing blouse and bra getting stares from the staff and patrons, even though that hadn't been nearly as revealing as what she was wearing tonight.

Of course on that night, my hand wasn't rubbing her clit and massing just inside her pussy lips either. On this night, I wanted to see how close I could bring her to an orgasm in front of a waiter without actually letting her come. I knew what I had planned the rest of the night and I wanted her horny! She was returning the favor, with her fingers wrapped around my cock over my slacks.

It was obvious what Trisha was doing, she wanted the entire Black Angus staff to have the pleasure of my wife's company. It was fun watching her squirm and buck her hips until someone came by to help us. Of course I wouldn't have used those times to plunge my fingers as deep inside her as I could while eating with the other hand. When we ordered, I'd actually thought ahead for once and ordered a chef salad that I could eat with one hand.

When our meal was finished, we finally saw Trisha at our table again. We'd seen her off and on serving others, but I doubted there was an employee at the Black Angus who hadn't been to our table at least once. Trisha had only been that first time, then bringing our meal. When she brought our check and asked if there was anything else, I looked briefly at Michelle who was completely oblivious to what I was about to do. But after all, she'd suggested that we might want to ask Trisha out sometime. I asked Trisha, "There is one thing, Michelle and I were wondering if you'd like to accompany us to a little party after you get off?"

I'd already talked to her about it on the phone earlier so she wasn't surprised with my request. "I'd love to if you're sure it's okay with your beautiful wife."

Michelle looked a little surprised but readily agreed. I'd timed our dinner to finish very near to closing so I told Trisha we'd wait for her.

After leaving a healthy tip for the staff looking after us so well, I drove around back where Trisha had suggested and parked again. I looked over at my wife and leaned to kiss her, whispering, "I love you."

"I love you too," she responded, as she wrapped her hands around my neck pulling me in tighter. We sat in our car making out like a couple lovestruck teenagers, waiting for Trisha. When was the last time we'd made out in the car like this? I have no idea, but I was enjoying every second of my wife's attention and every inch of her body. My hands roamed, under her skirt over her hips, over her bare breasts, our lips were virtually melted together as I felt between her legs. The first time I felt her warm pussy lips between the creases of those crotchless panties I nearly exploded. Michelle was moaning into my lips, spreading her legs further apart and I was just exploring the very edges of her very damp lips when the back car door opened and Trisha slid inside.

"Wow, I hope I didn't interrupt anything important. Seems like I have a knack of showing up at the wrong time," she giggled.

"Mmm, not yet, but we were getting there," Michelle said as she was smoothing out her skirt, trying to cover her legs a little.

I backed out of our parking space and headed up Highway 395 toward the freeway. As we passed the turn toward our house, Michelle asked me, "Hey, I thought we were headed home. Where are we going?"

"Home a little later. I have something else in mind first." She looked at me quizzically until we got to the freeway and turned toward Umatilla.

"Are we? You're taking us to the Honey Bunz?"

I didn't answer her, but instead looked at Trisha in the mirror, "Is that okay with you? I thought it might be fun with a couple lovely companions."

I couldn't see Trisha in the mirror to see her facial expression, but she told me, "It sounds like fun. I've never been there but always wondered what it was like."

"Cool, I guess you know that Michelle was there once a few weeks ago."

Michelle spoke, "I hope you know I'm not getting on the stage again. Once in a lifetime was enough for me!"

"But I thought you had fun?" I asked her.

"I did, I loved it, but I don't think I could do it again."